"Why don't you put down the crossbow and we can talk this through like adults?" Alastair said to the captain who scoffed at his guts. Her eyes were blaring with anger, and the only thing in her eyes other than anger was turmoil, pain, and regret.She steadied the crossbow in her hand and fixed her gaze upon Cara. Her eyes never left her. It seemed like she could remember what happened that day, the fire that suddenly blasted them all apart. She could remember the smell of burnt flesh which filled the air, saturating every part of the house. She could remember the smell of her own flesh and the moment that hit her, her face twitched a little. She took a deep breath and pointed the crossbow at Cara. Alastair did not want to use his magic against her for he knew they would be needing her help if they were to get to the isle of mists. But how the captain survived was still a mystery. He was certain she had died."You! You did this to me!", The captain said and pointed to the scarred part
"Stand firm. Widen your stance and fix yourself to the ground. Strike with intent."Alastair instructed Cara as she sparred against him. Her moves had gotten better already but they still needed some more work. She groaned and struck Alastair, putting in so much of her energy that she tripped and fell down when Alastair made a false move."Predict where I will be. It will be what you need most of the time. You need to see the bigger picture when you are dealing with an opponent. Stand up and come at me again."Alastair instructed and Cara obeyed. She was past the stage of grumbling. She knew she needed to become stronger for what was coming.She charged and did her best to predict Alastair's moves. But they were too advanced for her. However, Alastair did not hold back. If she was to fulfill her destiny, she needed to become better than he was. Alastair decided to do a move to throw her off balance but Cara suddenly blocked it.Alastair was surprised. He pushed a bit further and intro
"Set sail!"The captain's voice rang through the entire ship as men busied themselves with their jobs. The crew members ran Helter skelter as they tried to get the ship running, and in no time, they did. The ship roared as it sailed on the sea, a sight that sent shivers down Cara's body For Alastair, he just stood beside her and watched other members of the crew as they worked tirelessly. The captain was no longer with them. She was busy shouting orders, screaming at the men, and cursing them as they worked. Considering the fact that she was much smaller than most of the men on the ship, it was a funny sight to see.She soon sent Alastair a gaze and nodded to him. Alastair returned the gesture. As soon as the captain looked away, Alastair smiled softly. The time was finally approaching, and there was nothing to stop destiny from unfolding. He was still lost in thoughts when he suddenly began to feel like there was a pair of eyes looking at him.It was the same feeling he had gotten b
***Final Chapter***The monster hurled at the ship with a force so great that its punch pushed the ship backward. They were lucky not to have sustained a tear because Alastair and Blaize had formed a shield to block the punch. The shield, however, shattered immediately upon impact.The ship groaned and tilted from side to side, and what came next were screams from the crew as they fell into the sea. The captain struggled to find her balance, however, that was proving difficult. The ship groaned again and tilted to another side, shaking the captain's grip off her sword with which she had stabbed the deck.She screamed as she glided towards the sea, which at that time was already being occupied by monsters that looked like snakes. There was a multitude of them, and their hisses could be heard. They had killed the members of the crew that fell into the sea.As the captain was about to fall overboard, Blaize created a shield that blocked her path and pulled her back into the ship. She exch
(On the night of the Mages' Massacre)Alastair groaned as the strain of the magic he was channeling began to exert its effect on him.He fell to his knees, hands grabbing his head like doing that would make it all better. His dragon roared in the sky as it flew around, lighting up the night with a stream of fire that it shot at the clouds.Jaghryx, his dragon, flew down towards the Elderien's keep, the home of the mages that live in Elderien. As the beast approached, the mages shuffling through the grounds of the keep began to dash into various houses they could find. Then Jaghryx opened his mouth and Alastair watched in horror as his dragon shot a stream of fire at the unlucky mages who could not get to safety on time. "Keep your shields up! Do not let the fire through!" The head Mage barked at the others who still stood their ground, magical shields raised to block the flames, but others were not so lucky.The air was filled with the smell of burning flesh as mages screamed. Their
(Sixteen years later)"Thief! Catch that thief!"Someone screamed from a distance, it was a woman's voice but for the hooded man walking away from it all, such things were no longer his concerns.Alastair walked through the marketplace of the capital, dragging a cart filled with weapons behind him. It had been sixteen years since he was banished from the keep and all through that time, it had been quiet. He checked his menu. Name: Alastair Status: Undecided Energy level: 500 Affiliations: Undecided Animal Companion: Nil He was much weaker than he had been. He knew he needed to level up but he did not want to use his magic.He could no longer feel Asmodeus' presence in his mind. He could only assume the powerful demon had returned to Hades, where he belonged. Asmodeus was the only demon who could traverse between the realm of the mundanes and Hades. But in order to remain in the realm of the mundanes, he needed a host. That was something Alastair had provided for him. But that w
Bells. The cathedral rang it's large bells which could be heard all across the capital. It was time for the priests to make prayers to the gods, and all were expected to be inside their houses.All through the day, Alastair had searched for the mysterious girl that had evoked the dark magic he'd tried so hard to contain. He was not especially having much luck in finding her. Alastair walked from one region of the capital to the other and wondered if he was doing the right thing. There was a pretty big chance the pickpocket had already left the capital, but nevertheless, he kept trying. Along the way, he was tempted to use a tracking spell. Things were so much easier when he still practiced his magic. He would have been able to find her in a much shorter time. All mundanes left a somewhat magical trail behind where ever they went. Mages picked up those trails and use them to track people.Alastair stopped in front of the cathedral, stretched forth his hands, and opened them. He gazed
Alastair gasped as he opened his eyes, the screams of the people around him echoing through the vast space that seemed to spread across an ethereal plane. He breathed heavily as he looked around, not knowing whether he was still alive or dead. Then a mage ran straight towards him, screaming from the fire that was burning its flesh. Alastair raised his hands to protect his face from the screaming mage but the mage passed right through him.Was it a dream? Dreams did not feel that way to him. He seemed alive and conscious but still, it was not quite a vision.He began to walk slowly along the cold, dusty ground which looked clearer than crystal to the naked eye. Each step evoked a sensation of cold and a mass of dust. Alastair kept walking until he saw a smoky figure ahead. He looked closely and immediately recognized who it was.Asmodeus!Alastair felt a wave of anger come upon him and he ran towards the figure. The figure just stood still as he approached, but when he was about to gra